"Comrades, this is Song Ning, whom you have all met before. She is a special reinforcement I invited to accompany our dance on the piano. I believe that with Song Ning's participation, we will definitely achieve great results in the national performance. Let's give her a round of applause."
Immediately, everyone applauded enthusiastically.
Jiang Feifei gritted her teeth in anger, thinking, "Why should I?"
She went to great lengths to get Song Ning out of the performing arts troupe, but she actually came back.
No, she has to think of something.
Song Ning sat down and began to play the piano.
Sure enough, with the piano accompaniment, everyone's dance flowed exceptionally smoothly.
After all, a good horse needs a good saddle.
Everyone was very excited after the performance.
During a break.
Unlike in the past when they kept their distance from Song Ning, this time many dancers took the initiative to go up to her and chat.
"Song Ning, you play the piano so well."
"That's right, Song Ning, with you joining us, we're sure to win an award."
...
Song Ning was a little embarrassed. "You're too kind, everyone. I'm still learning."
Jiang Feifei saw everyone surrounding Song Ning and immediately gritted her teeth in anger.
Before Song Ning arrived, she was the center of everyone's attention.
She stole her thunder as soon as she arrived. Why?
Meanwhile, on Song Xue's side...
It can be said that Zhao Liang's life has been very miserable since she was arrested and imprisoned.
Although she no longer had to go to the countryside, she still needed to send money to Zhao Liang every month while he was in prison.
She used her own savings and pulled a lot of strings to find a job cleaning public toilets.
It costs 30 yuan a month.
Even with this kind of work, many people are still eager to do it.
The working conditions were terrible; every day, I had to stand at the entrance of the public toilet and collect fees from each person.
We also need to clean.
By the end of the day, I smelled terrible.
Especially in summer, the toilet smells terrible.
Back then, public toilets were all dry toilets, swarming with flies and crawling with maggots.
Song Xue was really enduring the disgust while doing this job.
That brick-red public toilet stands at the end of the vegetable market, with a sour ammonia smell always floating under its gray-blue tiled eaves.
At that moment, she was wearing stiff blue work clothes. The midday sun had turned the dry toilet into a steamer, making the smell even stronger.
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